Just as the tip of the dagger was about to pierce the artery of the man, she suddenly dropped the knife, felt as if thousands of razor blades were scraping her skin, engulfed by a wave of intense pain.
The pain was unbearable, even for someone like Jiang Ruan who had a high tolerance for it, causing her to collapse on the ground, letting out a muffled cry.
Visible to the naked eye, tiny beads of blood were seeping out from her pale skin.
It seemed as if it had been dyed red by fresh blood,
Giving off a particularly horrific spectacle.
However, the man standing there was not perturbed. Only after Jiang Ruan's cry of pain did he turn around slowly and gracefully.
His light amber eyes focused on Jiang Ruan lying on the ground.
His beautiful lips formed a slight curve, he seemed like a sage guiding above worldly desires, indifferent to fame and wealth.
But faced with this sight, a layer of cold indifference replaced his usual warmth.
"We meet again."
He said calmly.
